Suitcase Blues

It's four in the morning, there's not a soul around
This dirty hotel room has really got me down
A modern day minstrel, they got my name in lights
I wish these days of glamor didn't have these lonely nights

I'm on the road to fortune
And I got the suitcase blues real bad

I guess I'm makin' payments of the dues that must be paid
I cash another song into this endless masquerade
Halfway through the circuit and headed for the coast
Been gone so long I can't remember what I miss the most, ah, but

Me and Johnny Walker and the comfort that he brings
Waitin' on the telephone that never ever rings
On the lonely road of fortune
And I got the suitcase blues real bad

I got the blues and I got them really bad
The suitcase blues are the worst I ever had
All by my lonesome and I'm halfway 'round the bend
I dont mind drinkin' solo but I sure could use a friend

Oh, me and Johnny Walker and the comfort that he brings
Waitin' on the telephone that never ever rings
On the lonely road of fortune
And I got the suitcase blues real bad